Make your move lower
Make your move lower
Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
Special treatment for special privileges
You can't and will not escape
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once